My wife's career has been in the Television & Film industry, mostly working in a post-production capacity. Her career has placed her in contact with a large number of people over the years that are considered celebrities. From world famous Actors to powerful Producers, Creative Directors and talented Editors, she works with a wide variety of people who many consider celebrities.
My wife is not the type of person to be a celebrity groupie / fan. She's been doing this work for a while. It's her career. So you could say she's pretty calm when a major celebrity walks into her area and interacts with her. It happens with the type of work she does.
My wife is also well read. She reads and reads and reads when she gets the chance. She's Canadian. I think this has a lot to do with it.
She's cool, calm, collected, busts her ass when she works, and knows how the social game works in her industry. She knows how to be pleasant with everyone she comes into contact with, and she knows how to get the job done. All this, and she knows: don't freak out if you bump into a celebrity.
All this experience. All this exposure to people that other folks kind of go gaga over. All of this… and I saw her lose it on a very cool and special day. In a way that in retrospect, makes me feel like the luckiest man on the face of the planet to be married to her.
I was working on an IT contract at Fannie Mae, living in the D.C. Metro area at the time. My wife was living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. We would get together every couple of weekends, and some times she would come down to spend a week. It was a different way to be newly married, I tell you.
It was January 20, 1997. My wife was in town. Most of the time on this visit was spent with her head in a book that she was engrossed in. If she was near the couch, she was reading.
We had decided to go down to see the Presidential Inauguration. It would be the first one either of us had attended. We drove from outside the beltway, into downtown D.C. We found parking. Paid the money. Walked forever. Got as close as we could to where the parade would end for the general public. The rear area of the White House was all sectioned off. You had to have some special ticket to be in the area where the President / Vice President would get out of their vehicles and walk / talk to the crowd.